spring
should I search? go outside and seek?
do i need it? am I not already completed?
it feels like a blind spot,
like a puzzle that should be finished but there is
this one piece missing, right in the middle.
like when you forget a name and you knew it once
you know there is this name in your head but you just
can't say what it was.
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4 seasons of me
PoetryOthers write only the good, others only the bad...this is the place for those who felt both. Who loved and hated. A Journey, through a year of my Life. Winter (lonely). Spring (finding). Summer (love). Fall (losing). One year. Four seasons. One...
